segun Johnson Ozique

My Homeland

I am not happy with today’s state of affairsThe way things are cloaked in mysteriesWhole comeliness of a nation in shadowsOur harmonious livelihood dishonored, soiledOur top heads marooned in seas of icy waters

The ones that have come around to the houseWe douse in clowns’ aprons, shoved in the kitchenDishing grim humourless tongues; masterly crafting; Painting woefully desolate situation in bright bold print To make all we see as obviously utterly awful, divine

I plea for the power of a sterner will with a tough shellIn the power which man can rise above material dreadsTo touch the inner toughened cord of the spatter spiritTo sprinkle about goodness, pen the smothering of virtueSo the blur mysteries of our pains can be made plain to cure